The Gang (feat. lil kyo XR, Outs!duh, Jaccpot & LeX)
Goddamn I quit the nicotine
And now my voice is so fucking clean
Everybody asking did I fiend
But honestly, I didn't feel a thing
I just wake up, wait up
I don't really want to stay up but
Motherfuckers want to say something
What they don't know is I'mma play up
Bitch you, you not ready for the crew
You don't even got the mother-fucking proof
You a lame ass bitch yeah you not gonna shoot
I'mma ride for my dawgs but the same isn't for you
Fuck outta here with that weak shit too
You want the smoke now it's coming right for you
I'm gonna keep it G while I'm sliding to the booth
Can the same even be said about you
Like woah
Like my name is Lil Kyo
Lil bitch, what do you know
I'll take you back down to zero
And I got the gang with me we ready to roll
Why you taint no no
All these niggas entertain no no
Pouring up with the gang no no
All my dawgs really slaying no no
Hanging out
Day and out
Banging out
Gorillas stunting in the village hanging with
Gorillas, man we fucking do this, watch me how I s'kill
I split it
Banana peeling, man I split it, dog
Michael Vick it, dog
Hanging with my dogs man, we pitting dogs
Fuck why are you talking, never listen dog
Common sense to pay attention, dog
Fuck nigga, what his intentions though
Fuck nigga wanna get me like woah
Woah woah yeah
Got a fucking 9
Aiming at your head splat it then you die
Splat it then you die
Xannies in her eyes
I'm the fucking future
That is really bright
Destined for the great
High just like a kite
It's all you fucking say
It's everything you might do
I might fucking do it
Destined for greatness
You cannot fake this
You cannot see me
Just like I was John C with the belt
You can even say I helped
Take a gram and you belch
Talking all on yourself
Talking all by yourself
All by yourself, all by your lonesome
You say I'm a dog but it takes one to know one
Guess I gotta show sum
Pull up to the party and fasho stunt
I smoke gas you smoke runts
I don't wanna hit it if it's your blunt
You so front, you so lame, your soul changed, you sold sum
Fuck this shit I'mma roll one
She like Jaccpot I'm so done so leave
Pull up with my team, running with my tank on E, baby
Finna give you what you need baby
Lately, I been a bit upside down
But I keep a smile cuz that's my style
Why in the fuck would I frown
Dust off, pick up my crown
Hit the fader and adjust my sound
Let my flow bench you boost the low end
You doing too much right now
And I'm really so tempted to be your friend
With bennies of course
If love is a battlefield I'm already the veteran sort
Pedal to the floor like I'm riding in a 'Vette or a Porsche
Skrt off you can bet I'm a force
To be reckoned with
Baby come with me and maybe give me neck a bit
You do it excellent
We connected and I never seen a better fit
And now my voice is so fucking clean
Everybody asking did I fiend
But honestly, I didn't feel a thing
I just wake up, wait up
I don't really want to stay up but
Motherfuckers want to say something
What they don't know is I'mma play up
Bitch you, you not ready for the crew
You don't even got the mother-fucking proof
You a lame ass bitch yeah you not gonna shoot
I'mma ride for my dawgs but the same isn't for you
Fuck outta here with that weak shit too
You want the smoke now it's coming right for you
I'm gonna keep it G while I'm sliding to the booth
Can the same even be said about you
Like woah
Like my name is Lil Kyo
Lil bitch, what do you know
I'll take you back down to zero
And I got the gang with me we ready to roll
Why you taint no no
All these niggas entertain no no
Pouring up with the gang no no
All my dawgs really slaying no no
Hanging out
Day and out
Banging out
Gorillas stunting in the village hanging with
Gorillas, man we fucking do this, watch me how I s'kill
I split it
Banana peeling, man I split it, dog
Michael Vick it, dog
Hanging with my dogs man, we pitting dogs
Fuck why are you talking, never listen dog
Common sense to pay attention, dog
Fuck nigga, what his intentions though
Fuck nigga wanna get me like woah
Woah woah yeah
Got a fucking 9
Aiming at your head splat it then you die
Splat it then you die
Xannies in her eyes
I'm the fucking future
That is really bright
Destined for the great
High just like a kite
It's all you fucking say
It's everything you might do
I might fucking do it
Destined for greatness
You cannot fake this
You cannot see me
Just like I was John C with the belt
You can even say I helped
Take a gram and you belch
Talking all on yourself
Talking all by yourself
All by yourself, all by your lonesome
You say I'm a dog but it takes one to know one
Guess I gotta show sum
Pull up to the party and fasho stunt
I smoke gas you smoke runts
I don't wanna hit it if it's your blunt
You so front, you so lame, your soul changed, you sold sum
Fuck this shit I'mma roll one
She like Jaccpot I'm so done so leave
Pull up with my team, running with my tank on E, baby
Finna give you what you need baby
Lately, I been a bit upside down
But I keep a smile cuz that's my style
Why in the fuck would I frown
Dust off, pick up my crown
Hit the fader and adjust my sound
Let my flow bench you boost the low end
You doing too much right now
And I'm really so tempted to be your friend
With bennies of course
If love is a battlefield I'm already the veteran sort
Pedal to the floor like I'm riding in a 'Vette or a Porsche
Skrt off you can bet I'm a force
To be reckoned with
Baby come with me and maybe give me neck a bit
You do it excellent
We connected and I never seen a better fit
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Writer(s): Isaac Johnson
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